The sky is clear, and the warm sun shines on people, and there is an indescribable feeling of comfort. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck, as if to split it while the heavens were not paying attention. Then the clouds fell, and the deafening thunder grew louder and louder, and the eardrums of the people who shook it were about to burst.

At this time, if there are cultivators in this area who are meditating and cultivating, I am afraid that they will suffer, this thunder is just normal thunder for ordinary mortals, but it has a huge impact on cultivators, and those who are not strong in mind will go crazy if they are not careful.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a courtyard in Zhao's capital was pacing back and forth in the courtyard, his face full of anxiety. The mouth was straight and said: "Why haven't you been born yet?" "Master, Mrs. is born, congratulations to the master, it is a son." The maid who came to report the good news rushed out happily and shouted at the master. I saw the middle-aged man laughing and said happily: "The thief really treats me well, I am nearly half a hundred years old in Dongfang Wuji and actually has another son haha." So saying, he ran into the house. At this time, in a small courtyard behind the Lingkong Temple thousands of miles away, an old monk covered in dust suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the sky, only to see a golden light pointing straight to the sky, the old monk frowned slightly and muttered: "Heavenly Soul Tribulation?" Then a golden light disappeared without a trace. It's as if no one has ever been here.

Dongfang Wuji came to Mrs. and picked up the baby and shook it back and forth, the more the baby cried at this time, the louder it became, and the crying was even more painful, as if he was unwilling to tell his family about his life's grievances. The thunder in the sky outside the house grew louder and louder with the baby's cry. Dongfang Wuji said a little anxiously: "Oh, why does this kid keep crying." "Maybe it's thunder." The lady on the side replied weakly. But Dongfang Wuji always felt that something was wrong, and at this time, a family member reported at the door that there was an old monk who asked to see him. Dongfang Wuji was upset, how could he be in the mood to see this monk, he ordered the family to give some things casually.

Just as his words fell, an old man suddenly appeared in front of him, it was the old monk outside the door, the monk was skinny, pale, the robe on his body was tattered, and the color was long gone, only a pair of eyes revealed a fine light that ordinary people did not have, he looked at the child in Dongfang Wuji's arms and smiled happily, and Dongfang Wuji looked at the old monk vigilantly, and was about to get angry, but heard the old monk say: "I have a way to stop this child's cry, I don't know if the donor can let the poor monk try."

Dongfang Wuji had already been confused by the child's crying, and at this time, when he heard that the monk could stop crying, Dongfang Wuji hurriedly pleaded: "Really? Please ask the master to hurry up, this child is a little out of breath crying, and if it is a little later, I am afraid that it will be dangerous to leave." The monk didn't talk nonsense, I saw him swipe his hands in the air, and then put his right index finger on the center of the baby's eyebrows. Strange to say, after a while, the child's cry stopped, and even the thunder outside gradually lost its sound. Dongfang Wuji saw that the child really didn't cry, and knew that he had met a real master, so he asked respectfully: "Master, what's wrong with my child, is it okay now?" The old monk said with a solemn face: "How can it be so simple, hey, Ling Gongzi had a deep relationship with me in his previous life, but somehow, now his soul is incomplete and he is extremely resentful!"

"What should I do then, Master, you must save this child," Dongfang Wuji said anxiously while holding the child. The old monk stroked his beard and thought for a while before he took out a transparent and turquoise bead from his arms and said slowly: "It took me a lot of effort to get this bead, it can start the effect of calming the soul and nourishing the soul, and now it is of little use in my hands, you take it to Ling Lang to carry it close to you, and you can keep it safe for the time being." Remember, this bead must not leave Ling Lang's body for too long, otherwise I am afraid that there will be a big accident!" After speaking, the monk handed the beads to Dongfang Wuji.

If there were powerful and learned people here at this time, they would be surprised. This emerald bead is the treasure of the underworld, and the reincarnation bead was born after absorbing the six essences at the gate of reincarnation for tens of thousands of years. It is also one of the treasures of heaven and earth. And this monk actually gave it to someone else. Then the monk continued: "Although this bead is extraordinary, it is only a symptom but not a cure, and then it depends on his own creation." If there is any accident, send Ling Lang to the Lingkong Temple, thousands of miles to the west, and hand it over to the abbot." "Thank you, master, I don't know if the master's name can be informed? I, an ordinary man, have set up a golden body for the master to worship day and night." The old monk shook his head and said with emotion: "The name is just a code name for me, so don't mention it." Dongfang Wuji was not reluctant to see that the old monk refused to reveal the Dharma name, he continued: "Since the master refuses to reveal the Dharma name, he must have his own difficulties, and my child has not yet given a name, and I hope that the master will give him a name to keep as a memory." The old monk nodded and said, "It's okay." Since this child is the reincarnation of my best friend, let's take one of the words in his name, and give him a single name in the name Dongfang! In the future, he will be called Dongfang Hao, okay, I should also go, there are still many things to deal with, although this time the sleep time is not long, but such a big thing happened." After speaking, the old monk took a random step forward and disappeared, leaving only a burst of echoes in the air: "The catastrophe of heaven and earth is coming, and the donor must be kind to this son."